This is a celebration,
of the ones who lost their chance to die
Will you believe the masses,
or will you [bad word] 

We are the Sons of a Fallen Nation.
We hold the keys to our demise.
And grace will kiss your head
as you fall asleep.

I'm so tired of always letting you down!
Still you offer to turn it around.
I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground.
Still you offer to turn it around.

This is the one... Distraction,
weakening, your ability to grow.
So you push yourself further away.
Eyes of zero's, of nothing.
So you throw it all away.
When you push yourself further and further away.

I'm so sick of the desire, to throw it away.
And I feel so expired.
So I'll bury my head and dissolve.

I'm so tired of always letting you down!
Still you offer to turn it around.
I just can't seem to keep my feet on the ground.
Still you offer to turn it around.

Sever the head, of the snake!
Lie there and wait for the distraction.
Sever the head, of the snake!
Lie there and wait for the pain to sink in!

I'm so tired of always letting you.... down.
I just cant seem to get.... my feet on the ground.....
Still you offer to turn it around!
I'm so tired of always letting you down.
Still you offer to turn it around.
I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground.
Still you offer to turn it around!

Sever the head, of the snake!